Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
X-101,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.